1 When there was nothing else to be done with a thing, they first put it into a tank and got out of it all the tallow and grease, and then they made it into fertilizer.
2 Worst of any, however, were the fertilizer men, and those who served in the cooking rooms.
3 The fertilizer works of Durham's lay away from the rest of the plant.
4 Jurgis was given a shovel, and along with half a dozen others it was his task to shovel this fertilizer into carts.
5 The building had to be left open, and when the wind blew Durham and Company lost a great deal of fertilizer.
6 Of course Jurgis had made his home a miniature fertilizer mill a minute after entering.
7 Jurgis ought to have been at his place in the fertilizer mill; but instead he was waiting, in an agony of fear, for Ona.
8 He drove in a patrol wagon with half a dozen of them watching him; keeping as far away as possible, however, on account of the fertilizer.
9 He tried once or twice, stammering and balking, to the annoyance of the judge, who was gasping from the odor of fertilizer.
10 So he doffed his prison garb, and put on his old fertilizer clothing, and heard the door of the prison clang behind him.
11 His soaked clothing began to steam, and the horrible stench of fertilizer to fill the room.
12 He went straight to Graham's fertilizer mill, to see if he could get back his job.
13 There was the same cold, hostile stare that he had had from the boss of the fertilizer mill.
14 These, however, were all slight matters to a man who had escaped from Durham's fertilizer mill.
15 Jurgis had long ago cast off his fertilizer clothing, and since going into politics he had donned a linen collar and a greasy red necktie.